Tracks

01. Planetary Confinement
02. The Weight Of The World
03. Line Of Fire
04. Epitaph
05. Mr.White
06. A Portrait Of A Young Man As An Artist
07. Relapse
08. Legions
09. Eternity Part 24



01. Planetary Confinement

[Instrumental]


02. The Weight Of The World

Save me, I'm in a sea of beings
And there's no deny - the waves are holding me under

I'm drowning in a thousand faces
Alien expressions over and over again

I'm trying to scream but I can't exhale
The world seems to spin as I'm left on this square
With no will to hold on
Am I the only one crushed by the weight of the world?

Save me...
I think I've swallowed more than I can comprehend
A soul laid low

A soul has lost its faith again, wide awake in this hole
A maggot on a plate again, wide awake in this hole
A soul has lost its faith again
I've lost myself too long
Am I the only one crushed by the weight of the world?


03. Line Of Fire

Face the panic of today
Breaking barriers of yesterday
I fell into the line of fire
I broke down in the line of fire
Shattered past, and future fears
Take a moment far away from here
Cut the strings and fly away
Cut the strings and fly away
Taste the hell you put us through
Grace the heavens I could promise you
Take a hand in the line of fire
Make a stand behind the wire


04. Epitaph

Paint me a room where I can dream
Dream of a world that I used to see
Paint me a window, soft and defined
And flood yellow light
Through the open blinds
It's somewhere, hidden from view
A portrait, an epitaph...


05. Mr.White

I'm supposed to talk to you
Don't even know where to start
Don't want to stand with the setting sun
Tell me does it really show?

I'll promise you anything
Place your hand over your heart
Don't want to fool myself anymore
Think nobody else will ever know

Mr. White up all night
Hiding in my room
Mr. White so uptight
Black shapes of doom

Could never show you how I feel
Even so I didn't care
It's only that inside
I'm so tired
So tired of being all alone

Now the hours are breathing
Gone like tears in yesterdays rain
I remember voices telling me
Secrets of mind-changing reality

Mr. White up all night
Hiding in my room
Mr. White so uptight
Black shapes of doom

Mr. White up all night
Always likes to sing
Mr. White so uptight
Even knows my name


06. A Portrait Of A Young Man As An Artist

Look at you all clutching your guitars
As if it makes a difference to who you really are
Does the picking of a string stop the ticking of the clock?
When will this curtain fall?

How did you carve that psalms?
I'm sorry but your intellect is really not that sharp
You're drowning so you plagiarize what you wish to become
A stone masquerade so cold

What's real about this story?
What's real?

Am I safe? Am I safe to be alone?
When all around are lost
Consumed by my indifference and left to count the cost
Of all the bleeding hearts who suffered you because you told them...
You told them you were someone

What's real about this story?
What's real about this picture?


07. Relapse

Look inside and find the parts
Bringing forth the lines of sanity
A broken mind and open heart
Torn apart without lucidity
Consummate and turn the page
Embrace the change from what you used to be
Procreate and fade away
I guess it's time to face your memories
Broken spirits open fears
Darksome shades combine fragility
Frigid smiles across the miles
Guilty eyes surmise asymmetry
Relapse on both sides of the tracks
Ashing back to taste the irony
Manipulate and slip away
Embrace the shame of what you used to be
Rain washed the panic from today
Decimation of anxiety
Tribulations drift away
Pray tomorrow offers clarity
Rain washed the panic from today
Affirmation of mortality
Trivialities astray
Pray tomorrow brings stability


08. Legions

Stony and grey is the whore
And long are the days in the morgue
Where God is a wall
Where God is a wall to look upon

Legions and hordes
The seas have been torn
And buildings remain where they fall
And I solemnly walk
Through legions and hordes
A dark mass of infidel

Long is the howl at the end
A cry from the tail echoing
And fools reverberate
And fools reverberate and carry on...

What have they done to themselves?
Look what they've done to themselves.

If you don't learn to leave this thing alone
You'll never get to see the sun again
You won't come out on top
The seed is sown


09. Eternity Part 24

[Instrumental]